Ling Tianyu put down the teacup, picked up the cigarette on the table, and started smoking again. Waiting was the most torturous thing, a feeling he had experienced countless times.
Similarly, waiting is also a test—a test of one's patience.
Enduring loneliness is what a successful person must do.
An Lan looked at Ling Tianyu, unsure of what to say. Heavenly Beyond was soon to face annihilation—this would be the final battle of the Ancient Era. Once it was resolved, he could finally take some time to rest.
"Tianyu, when do you plan to marry Yanran?" An Lan was extremely curious about this matter now. She wanted to ask; after all, she had already stepped back from the situation. As a mere observer, it wouldn't hurt to inquire.
"Don't worry, I've already stepped back." An Lan knew this question would be difficult for him to answer, so she quickly clarified her position.
